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Tweek walked into the coffee shop and flipped on the lights. He and Craig had changed the lightbulbs to warm tones instead of cold tones, making the whole shop look more homey. There were plants everywhere and many books. The ceilings were covered in stars painted by Kenny and Butters. Planet diagrams scattered the air, hung up by clear string, making them seem to float. Setting his stuff down, he walked further into the shop. The time read “5:12” on the wall clock. Tweek always had to wake up early to open the shop. He only had a few workers and it showed. It was a small shop, but even then you could tell when it was understaffed. Most of the time he would work both the cash register and the coffee making. He started tidying up when Kenny walked in.
“Yo.” Kenny yawned as Tweek looked up.
“You can start getting the machines ready…” Tweek said pushing in chairs and straightening tables. Kenny nodded and walked into the back. Tweek remained in the main area tidying things and wiping down tables.
“Do you want me to make you a cup for the day?” Kenny asked from the back as the machines started up.
“No, I’m fine. I’ll make one later.” Tweek replied tiredly. Ever since Tweek was sixteen he didn’t trust anyone to make coffee for him, not even Craig. He would only drink coffee if he made it. He wasn’t the same since his parents were arrested.
“Where’s the portafilter?” Kenny yelled from the back room, snapping Tweek out of his trance-like state of dissociation.
“Uh-I think it’s in the sink. I put it in there yesterday and forgot to clean it.” Tweek mumbled as he walked to the back. He leaned on the counter while watching Kenny wash the portafilter. After a bit of just staring blankly into space he stood up and stretched. “6:23” the clock read. Tweek sighed and changed the sign from closed to open. He really didn’t want to work, but he had to. This was his and Craig’s only income.
The great thing about the early morning is that it is always decently empty, usually it’s a lot busier in the later morning. The first few hours of being open consisted of Kenny and tweek talking and cleaning. Once it hit 8 o’clock, it started to get busy. Which meant less talking between Kenny and Tweek that were outside of taking orders. Once the morning cleared up Craig came into work. Craig and Tweek live in an apartment together and Tweek always takes the earlier mornings, he just works better that way. Craig takes the mid day shift with Tweek and usually works the evenings while Tweek is home or out running errands. Kenny works all day but usually only comes in on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. He works part time.
“Hey hon’. How’s it been today?” Craig asked, walking to the counter. Craig has learned that if he doesn’t ask, Tweek will bottle it up till it bursts.
“Fine. I bit tired…nothing out of the ordinary, right?” Tweek chuckled. He was trying to lighten his own mood but it didn’t necessarily work. Tweek got up from the stool that whoever was the cashier used so Craig could have it.
“Honey, sit down.” Craig said, trying to let Tweek sit down. Tweek shook his head and sighed.
“I’ve been sitting there all morning, I’m just gonna get up and tidy. Keep my mind busy.”
Craig sighed but let Tweek wander off around the shop